Female_Doctor Encounter Jesus He Gave Her This Message NDE

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00:00I never believed in life after death. As a doctor, I was trained to see the human body as a complex

00:09machine when it stops working, that's the end. My name is Sarah Mitchell, I'm 42 years old,

00:16and I've been a cardiologist at Mercy General Hospital for 15 years. I've watched many patients

00:22die, held their hands as their monitors flat-lined, and comforted their families afterward. But I

00:28never imagined I would experience death myself, let alone come back with a message that changed

00:34everything for me. Before I continue, please let me know where you're listening from. It would be nice

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00:52about this near-death experience testimony. Let's have a fair and open discussion so we can learn

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01:02coming your way. Enjoy listening. It happened on a Tuesday. I remember because I had been on call

01:08for 36 hours straight. A massive pileup on the highway had brought in dozens of critical patients,

01:14and our team had been working non-stop. I was exhausted but satisfied. We had saved 17 lives

01:21that day. As I drove home in the early morning darkness, my eyes grew heavy. Just for a second

01:27they closed. They say you don't hear the crash that kills you. That's true. What I remember is a flash

01:33of headlights. A sudden swerve and then nothing. Just darkness. And then light. Not the harsh glare of

01:40hospital fluorescence that I knew so well. This was different. Warm, golden and somehow alive.

01:46It pulsed around me through me. I felt weightless yet completely present. The pain was gone. The

01:52exhaustion had vanished. I felt more alert, more aware than I had ever been. I was moving without

01:59walking, drawn forward by some gentle force. Around me the light began to take shape. Trees,

02:05flowers, a path beneath my feet. Everything glowed from within. The colors were more vibrant than anything

02:12I had ever seen on earth. A meadow stretched before me, filled with flowers that didn't exist in any

02:18medical textbook I had ever studied. Sarah, the voice came from everywhere and nowhere. It was inside my

02:24head, and all around me gentle yet powerful enough to shake the ground beneath my feet. If there had been

02:30ground, if I had still had feet. I turned, though I wasn't sure how, since I couldn't feel my body,

02:37and there he was. I knew him instantly. Not from the Sunday school pictures of my childhood,

02:43or the paintings in museums. Those artists had gotten it all wrong. They had tried to capture

02:48divinity in human form. But the being before me was both more human, and more divine than any artwork

02:55could convey. His eyes. That's what I remember most clearly. They held the depth of the universe,

03:01and the intimacy of a close friend. They knew everything about me. Every mistake. Every doubt.

03:07Every good deed. Every fear. And loved me completely anyway. Jesus, I said. Though I didn't speak with

03:14my voice. He smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through clouds. You weren't supposed to

03:20join us yet, Sarah. He said. Your work isn't finished. I looked around suddenly aware that this

03:26wasn't just a dream, or hallucination. The medical part of my brain searched for explanations. Oxygen

03:32deprivation. Neural misfiring. Trauma response. But the truth settled over me with absolute certainty.

03:40I had died. This was what came after. Am I in heaven? I asked. You're at its threshold. You reply.

03:47A place between your world and mine. I wanted to stay. Everything about this place called to something

03:53deep within me. Here was peace. Here was purpose. Here was love, without condition or end. As if

04:00reading my thoughts. And perhaps, he was Jesus shook his head. Not yet beloved physician. I'm sending you

04:06back. Back. The word felt heavy with disappointment. Why? He gestured. And suddenly we were no longer in

04:14the meadow. We stood or existed somewhere else. Below us, I could see the earth. Beautiful, and blue and

04:20terribly fragile. Look closely. East. The planet seemed to zoom in like a divine satellite view. I could

04:27see continents, countries, cities, and then people, billions of them, each glowing with their own inner

04:34light. Some bright, some dimming, some nearly extinguished. They've forgotten, Jesus said. And his voice held such

04:41sorrow that I felt it like a physical pain. They chase comfort, power, distraction. They build walls

04:48instead of bridges. They look for meaning in things that cannot last. Even those who speak my name often

04:54miss my mess. The view changed again, and I saw war zones, refugee camps, poverty-stricken neighborhoods,

05:02lavish mansions, built on exploitation, environmental devastation, human trafficking, addiction, hatred disguised

05:10as righteousness. I saw it all at once. And it nearly broke me. How can they not see? I asked. How can

05:17they do this to each other? The signs are all around them. He replied. Just as I foretold, nation rises

05:24against nation, famines, earthquakes, floods, false prophets who twist my words for profit and power,

05:31hearts growing cold with selfishness. The fig tree has put forth its leaves. Yet so many are too busy to

05:38notice. I had never been particularly religious. My parents had taken me to church as a child. But

05:44medical school and residency had pulled me away. Science became my faith. Measurable, testable,

05:51reliable. Yet standing here with Jesus, all my certainties fell away. I knew with unshakable

05:57clarity that what I was experiencing was real. What can I do? I asked. I'm just one person,

06:03a doctor who fixes hearts, but doesn't know how to change them. He smiled again, and love washed over

06:11me. That's exactly why I've chosen you, Sarah. You understand both science and compassion. You speak

06:17the language of reason, but know the limits of human understanding. You've seen both birth and death,

06:23and recognize the miracle in birth. He reached out and touched me. A touch I felt everywhere, in what would

06:29have been my soul if I still had a body. I am returning you to warn them, he said, to tell them

06:35that I am coming soon, just as I promised. The signs that my disciples asked about are unfolding.

06:41The birth pangs have begun. Time grows short. Fear rose in me. Not of him, but of the task. They won't

06:49believe me. They'll say I had a hallucination from trauma. They'll diagnose me with confusion.

06:55Hypoxia. Temporal lobe epilepsy. Some will doubt, he acknowledged, but others are already sensing the

07:02truth. They feel the urgency in their spirits even if they cannot name it. Your words will confirm what

07:08they already know. What exactly should I tell them? I asked. Tell them to look around with open eyes,

07:15and see the signs that were foretold. Wars and rumors of wars, nation against nation, famine,

07:21earthquakes, persecution, false prophets, the gospel reaching the ends of the earth.

07:27Through technology, never imagined by my first disciples, Israel blooming as a fig tree after

07:33centuries of dormance. He paused, and his eyes grew more intense. But most importantly, tell them I am

07:40still the way, the truth, and the life. Tell them it's not too late to turn back to me. My arms remain open,

07:47my forgiveness remains perfect, my love remains endless. Another gesture, and I saw crowds of

07:55people turning away from darkness, choosing light, reconnecting with each other, and with him. The

08:01vision gave me hope. Will I remember all this? I asked. Will I have the words? You will remember,

08:08he promised. And when words fail, my spirit will give you what you need. But Sarah, his expression

08:15became solemn. There is a cost to being my messenger. Some will mock you, others will hate you. You will

08:22be called crazy, misguided, even dangerous. Your professional reputation may suffer. Are you willing?

08:30The question hung between us. Was I willing to risk everything, my career, my reputation,

08:37my comfortable life, for this message, for him? Looking into those eyes that held the universe,

08:43I found I couldn't refuse. I'm willing, I said. He smiled once more. Then go with my peace. And

08:51remember, I am with you always, even to the end of the age. I felt myself being pulled backward,

08:58away from his presence, away from the light. Darkness enveloped me again. And then, pain. Terrible

09:05crushing pain in my chest. Beeping machines. Urgent voices. She's back. We've got a rhythm.

09:12I gasped, choking on the tube in my throat. My eyes flew open to the harsh hospital lights,

09:19and the shocked faces of my colleagues, the same doctors and nurses I had worked alongside for years,

09:25now fighting to save my life. Dr. Wilson, the chief of emergency medicine, leaned over me.

09:32Sarah, can you hear me? You're at Mercy General. You were in an accident. I tried to speak,

09:37but couldn't around the intubation tube. My hand flew up, trying to communicate the urgency burning

09:44inside me. Later, they told me I had been clinically dead for nearly 4 minutes. My heart

09:50had stopped completely. By all medical understanding, I should have suffered brain damage from the lack

09:56of oxygen. But my brain scans were perfect. Better than perfect, according to the neurologist who

10:02examined me. It took three days before they removed the tube, and I could speak. My first words were,

10:09I need to tell you what happened. Dr. Wilson patted my arm. The accident. Don't worry about that now.

10:16The other driver is fine. Just a broken wrist. You took the worst of it. No. I insisted. My voice

10:23raspy from the tube. What happened when I died? His expression changed. Became carefully neutral.

10:30The face we doctors use when patients say something concerning. Sarah, you experienced trauma. Your

10:37brain was oxygen deprived. It's very common to have vivid dreams or hallucinations in those

10:43circumstances. It wasn't a hallucination. I said. I was with Jesus. He sent me back with a message.

10:51There it was. The flicker of worry in his eyes. My colleague of 15 years was now questioning my

10:57mental stability. It was exactly as Jesus had warned me. Over the next weeks of recovery,

11:03I told my story to anyone who would listen. My parents, my sister, the nurses who cared for me,

11:10the physical therapist who helped me regain my strength. Some humored me. Some avoided eye contact.

11:17A few listened with genuine interest. One nurse, Esther, took my hand and whispered,

11:22I believe you. I've been feeling it too. That something big is coming. Six weeks after my

11:28accident, I was cleared to return to work. The hospital administration suggested I take more time,

11:35perhaps see a therapist to process my trauma. But I was determined. My hands were steady.

11:41My mind was clear. And most importantly, I had a promise to keep. On my first day back,

11:47I had seven patient consultations scheduled. With each one, after discussing their cardiac issues,

11:54I found myself adding something personal. Have you noticed the signs? I would ask.

12:00The world is changing rapidly. These aren't random events. They were foretold thousands of years ago.

12:07Some patients looked uncomfortable. Others seemed curious. One elderly man named Robert gripped my hand

12:13and said, I've been telling my grandkids the same thing, doc. The Lord is coming back. We need to be

12:20ready. By the end of the week, I was called into the hospital director's office. Sarah, Dr. Hammond said,

12:28not meeting my eyes. We've had some complaints. Patients feel you're proselytizing. You know our policy

12:35on religious discussions with patients. I'm sharing critical information. I replied, as a doctor,

12:41if I notice symptoms of a serious disease, I'm obligated to warn my patients. This is no different,

12:49he sighed. It's very different. And I think you know that. Look, we all understand you went through

12:55something traumatic. No one would blame you for taking more time off. I recognized the thinly veiled

13:01suggestion. Stop talking about this, or don't come back. That night I cried for the first time since

13:08my return. I'm failing. I whispered into the darkness of my apartment. No one is listening. I don't know

13:15how to do this. In the silence, I felt rather than heard the response. Start where you are. Use what you

13:22have. The next morning, I called in sick. But instead of staying home, I went to my computer and started

13:30writing. I wrote about my experience in detail. The light, the colors, the meadow, his eyes, his voice,

13:38every word he had spoken to me. I wrote about the signs he had pointed out. Wars, natural disasters,

13:46moral decay, technological advancement, the restoration of Israel. I connected these to current

13:52events, to headlines anyone could verify. I created a simple website, and titled it,

13:59A Cardiologist's Journey Beyond Death. I used my real name, included my medical credentials,

14:06and posted my story. At first nothing happened. A few visitors, probably friends or colleagues,

14:13checking out of curiosity. Then someone shared it on social media. A reporter from a local news

14:19station emailed, asking for an interview. I said yes. The interview aired on a slow news day,

14:26tucked between a story about a charity fundraiser, and the weather report. I spoke calmly, clinically,

14:33describing my experience as I would describe a medical procedure. I didn't rant or make wild

14:39predictions. I simply shared what I had seen, and what I had been told. By morning, the clip had gone

14:46viral. My inbox filled with interview requests, national news networks, talk shows, podcasts,

14:54religious programs. My phone rang constantly, until I turned it off. Reporters camped outside my

15:00apartment building. Dr. Hammond called. The board is meeting tomorrow to discuss your situation,

15:07he said stiffly. In the meantime, we're suspending your clinical duties. I had expected this.

15:13It still hurt. For the next several weeks, I accepted every legitimate interview request I could.

15:20I spoke to skeptical news anchors, sympathetic religious hosts, curious podcasters, and hostile

15:27debunkers. Through it all, I told my story exactly the same way each time. I didn't embellish or

15:34backtrack. I answered questions honestly, including admitting when I didn't know something.

15:40Why you, a particularly aggressive interviewer demanded. Why would Jesus choose a doctor,

15:46who rarely even attended church? Doesn't that seem convenient? I asked myself the same question.

15:53I admitted, all I can say is that perhaps my scientific background, makes me an unlikely but

16:00credible messenger. I'm risking my career and reputation to share this. What would I gain by lying?

16:06Letters poured in, thousands of them, people sharing their own spiritual experiences,

16:12their fears about the state of the world, their renewed faith after hearing my story.

16:18A group of medical professionals formed a support network, doctors and nurses, who had similar

16:24experiences, but had been afraid to speak up. Not all reactions were positive. My car was vandalized

16:31with the word LIR spray painted across the windshield. I received death threats. Former colleagues published

16:38articles debunking near-death experiences as mere neurological phenomena. One particularly painful

16:44editorial was written by Dr. Wilson, detailing my concerning psychological decline following trauma.

16:52Through it all, I kept speaking, kept sharing. I accepted invitations to churches, universities,

16:59community centers, anywhere people wanted to hear my story. I didn't ask for money. I didn't start a

17:07ministry or claim special authority. I simply delivered the message I had been given. The signs

17:13are here. Jesus is coming soon. It's not too late to turn back to him. He is waiting with open arms.

17:20One year after my accident, I stood before an audience of thousands in an arena that had been rented by a

17:27coalition of churches. Looking out at the sea of faces, people of all ages, races, backgrounds,

17:33I felt humbled by how far the message had spread. I'm not special. I told them, I'm just a doctor who

17:40died, and came back with a reminder of what many of you already know from scripture. The signs are all

17:47around us. Creation is groaning. The world is experiencing the birth pangs that precede new life.

17:53I touched the scar on my chest from where they had cracked my ribs doing CPR. I lost everything I

18:00once valued. My career, many of my friends, my professional standing, and yet I've gained something

18:07far greater. Purpose, clarity, peace in the midst of turmoil. I looked out at the crowd, making eye

18:15contact with as many people as I could. I don't know exactly when he will return. He didn't give me

18:21dates or times, but he made it clear that the hour is drawing near, and that those who have eyes to

18:27seek and recognize the season we're in. A young woman in the front row raised her hand. What should

18:33we do to prepare? I smiled, feeling his presence with me as I had so many times since my return. Love

18:41God, love each other, speak truth, show mercy, live as though today might be the day you see him face to

18:48face, because it might be, and remember his message to me, which is also his message to you. It's not

18:55too late. He is ready to accept anyone who turns to him. As I spoke those words, the lights in the arena

19:02seemed to grow brighter, though I knew it was just my imagination, or perhaps my memory of that golden

19:08light that had surrounded me when I died. Either way, I felt peace wash over me. My message is not to

19:15scare you, but is to encourage you on the right path. If my testimony has inspired you, and you want to

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